I'm finally back after my marathon particular guards involved in the day hospital overnight New Year's Eve. It was a different day. Normally this day people tend to go out, go to parties more or less posh, and return to the wee hours of the morning with broken foot, and some of them odd drink too many.
In our case, as Of course, we are working with what you allow only excess is in the plane food. This year we decided to give everyone something from home better than going down to the cafeteria and have a meeting of friends in one room of my service, which is ample. No searches rang while we were eating grapes with Igartiburu and Jose Mota (though we brought such joy to not listen to them) and then played the joy, hugs and kisses and wishes of good year. It was a night of clogs and hospital pajamas instead of heels and evening gowns (and ties and shiny shoes), but also having fun with friends, laughing and watching the Formula Grecas V. Is the company, and not the frame, marking the success of a party.
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